Sounds of Terror

November 11, 2012
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The sound of their voices, loud and clear
Dear God, I pray, as I cringe in fear,
Some days they hurt me, some days they just sneer
Some days they push me and call me q****.

The sound of their footsteps, oh so close,
Of terror I don’t need another dose.
I can hear them walking, and when they broke my nose,
Just to silence their footsteps I wanna break their toes.

The sound of their laughter makes me want to die
No other sound on earth can make me cry.
They chuckle and snigger and shove me that’s why
I jumped off the building and bid them goodbye.

The sound of their shock came in different ways
There was screaming and swearing and other dismays
But worse were the sobs and wails cause by the face
That will haunt them all of their days.

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